Sonnet To Homer


    Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
    Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades,
    As one who sits ashore and longs perchance
    To visit dolphin-coral in deep seas.
    So thou wast blind; but then the veil was rent,
    For Jove uncurtain'd Heaven to let thee live,
    And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,
    And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive;
    Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,
    And precipices show untrodden green
    There is a budding morrow in the midnight,
    There is a triple sight in blindness keen;
    Such seeing hadst thou, as it once befel
    To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell.


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